When the Need Strikes – Chapter 5

Craig:

I couldn’t help but watch my sister’s ass as she swayed out of the room, to go and wait in the garden. I was so horny—it had been two days since I’d last cum…Petra had surprised me in the shower, and jerked me off until I’d cum on her face.

God I loved cumming on her face. Is that sick? I know it’s wrong, but…four million dollars. I’m sure you can understand.

I glanced over to see Mason DeGraves, the rich fuck who had gotten us into this mess in the first place, checking her out as well.

One month ago, my sister and I had read an ad in the paper, offering four million dollars for two months “work”. Siblings only. We were suspicious, of course, and doubly so when we learned who had placed it. Lord Mason DeGraves, billionaire playboy. “Playboy” is the right word for it, too—he’s older than Howard Hughes, and half as attractive.

He spends his time offering sick wagers to people, and people keep accepting them…because he always pays up. This one was simple—for two months, my sister and I couldn’t get off except by each others’ hand. We’d accepted—of course we’d accepted—and planned to just abstain until the time ran out.

One week later, Petra was jerking me off for the first time. Two weeks later, she was blowing me, and pretty soon after that it became a daily thing.

It wasn’t one-way, either…I’d gotten her off so many times I could recognize her impending orgasms blindfolded. And then the other night, we’d had a weird thing…her pussy had touched my dick.

And it had felt good.

Since then, we hadn’t felt comfortable being near each other. I mean, sure, we were “helping each other out”, but mouth and hand stuff…that wasn’t incest. Not really.

Fucking? There was no coming back from that.

To make matters worse, after the genital contact, I’d awoken the next morning to find my hand on my dick and cum in my pants. Did it count if I was asleep? We had no idea, and so we’d gone back to DeGraves Manor to get its owner to look at the contract for us.

He’d sent Petra out into the garden while he called his lawyer…but when she left, he turned to me.

“Last chance,” he said to me. “Have you done anything with her?”

“No,” I said flatly, and he just wheezed and cackled in response.

“Fine, fine! I’ll call Joe. Stay here.”

He left the room, and I sat there wondering what he’d meant by “last chance”. The contract hadn’t said anything about lying, I knew that, so what was he referring to with his vague threat?

And then the door opened, and I began to understand.

“Hey sexy,” a strange voice said, and I turned to see Bethany, the maid that we’d met on our first visit. Once more, she was dressed in an erotic parody of a French maid’s outfit—this time was even more outrageous than the last. Her top was barely more than a bra, and on the bottom half no more than a white apron over a black skirt so short that every time she took a step, it bounced up and revealed everything.

And yes, I mean everything. She wasn’t wearing any underwear, and as she bent over to clean DeGraves desk, I saw everything…including what the old man was trying to pull.

He’d sent Bethany to tempt me. He knew that my nighttime emission didn’t break the contract, and so he wanted to return to find me fucking his maid, just so he didn’t have to pay out.

Well, I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction. But when I’d first read the contract, I’d mentally made a note of something—my sister and I couldn’t be touched by anyone else…but that didn’t mean we couldn’t do the touching.

I swallowed the last of the sweet, weak tea that DeGraves had insisted we take, and stood up. Bethany was moving her ridiculous feather duster so that it daintily came into contact with everything in the room. Nothing was even remotely dusty, but a strange scented powder floated off the cleaning implement with every swish.

It was sweet, and I paused to inhale it deeply. It smelled nice, like sugar buns, or French toast.

Shaking it off, I stood over Bethany. She was breathing deeply, as if she knew what I was thinking, and in response to me standing behind her, she put both her hands on DeGraves desk.

“Good,” I said in a growl. “Stay like that.”

From the sound of it, Lord DeGraves wasn’t going to be back any time soon, and so I took my time. I reached out and picked up the feather duster, lightly dusting down Bethany’s back, enjoying the sight of her shiver each time the feathers made contact with her skin. She was trembling with anticipation by the time I got to her butt, at which point I put the feather duster down, and began using my hand instead.

With one finger, I lightly traced a pattern up and down her leg, touching her calves, her inner thigh…but never going any further.